| I want to be ignorant to the frailty of my life
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| Days are grains of sand in a disciple’s hand
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| Looking out my window
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| Through the grey and lifeless sky
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| I know what I am
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| I want tot see the rain in feer through primal eyes
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| But I’m terrified of the silence that kept me
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| Before I was alive
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| And passing days feel shorter with every moment I leave behind
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| And dawn is breaking now on the minds still left to decide
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| I want to see the rain in fear through primal eyes
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| I want to be innocent of hypocrisy and lies
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| But in these surroundings the strongest survive
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| And seeing the world before me
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| As the end result of all that has been
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| I know what I am
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| I want to see the rain in fear through primal eyes
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| But I’m terrified of the silence that kept me
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| Before I was alive
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| And passing days feel shorter with every moment I leave behind
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| And dawn is breaking now on the minds left to decide
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| I want to feel the pain of zeal behind your cries
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| It seems an easy way to escape from the silence
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| And if I look back now with regret
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| I know I’ve lost something I’ll never find again
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| And every day I’m getting older
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| And the world slips further away
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| And every step is only closer
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| To the one you lost
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| Behind the road
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| Beyond our human wants and gains
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| To both your faith and my disdain
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| (Your trembling lips betray your aim)
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| And you know that when it ends
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| We end the same
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| And every day I’m getting older
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| And in our world I will decay
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| With every step a little closer
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| To my final breath
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| Beyond regret
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| Past hope and love and human pain
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| (And when it ends)
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| We end the same
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| And passing days feel shorter with every moment I leave behind
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| And dawn is breaking now on the minds still left to decide |